Su Wan thought she had the best boyfriend in the world: Lu Zeyan, a kind and attentive doctor who stayed by her side all night when she was sick and promised her forever beneath the stars. Until one early morning, in the underground parking garage, she saw “him” with dyed streaks in his hair and dressed in technical streetwear, working on a modified race car with swift, ruthless movements. When he looked back at her, his eyes were so unfamiliar he seemed like someone else.
“Who are you?”
“Leave me alone.”
The next day, Lu Zeyan appeared right on time in gold-rimmed glasses and a white coat, carrying warm soy milk and seeming so gentle that she could almost believe the night before had been a hallucination.
A locked drawer in his study. An encrypted photo album full of pictures of her alone. The words “Don't hurt her” murmured in his sleep. A sudden, ruthless look at the negotiating table. A defiant figure at the racetrack… More and more versions of “him” began to surface.
When Su Wan pried open the drawer, whose code was her birthday, she found a medical record of a car accident and an old newspaper featuring a girl who looked exactly like her. For the first time, there was no gentleness in Lu Zeyan's eyes, only a cold warning: “Stop digging. It won't do you any good.”
But she had already fallen for him. Among his many fractured personalities, what was hidden: an unspeakable trauma, or a clumsy, all-consuming desire to protect her and her alone?
